“Sweet bird! Stop struggling, come and land here for a moment,” He said.

Hearing the voice, so close to the sweet calls of her parents,

She peered down at Him,

Weary of trusting Him, but feeling ever so desperate for some comfort,

She flew towards Him and landed on His arm.

He smiled at her and spoke,

“My sweet bird, why are you flapping your wings in all directions?” He asked, “if you are trying to get somewhere, it may take you longer in this manner.”

“I’m lost,” the bird answered, “I don’t know where I am going or what I am doing. I’m just flying. That’s all I know right now.”

“You’re not flying sweet precious bird,” He answered, “if you were, you would trust in the strength of your wings and in the power of the Wind to guide you to your destination. All you are doing dear one is flapping your wings.”

“I’m so scared to fall,” she said, “if I stop flapping my wings, I will fall, and there’s no one to catch me.”

“That’s not true,” He said, “it’s in the falling that you’ll finally fly. Let your wings glide gently on the Wind; let me carry you to your destination.”

“Sweet bird, your nest has served it’s purpose in your life,” He said, “it was meant to keep you safe until the day when you didn’t need it anymore. You, my beautiful bird, are capable of taking care of yourself.”

The bird pondered this,

She remembered how she grew too big for it,

And how it finally broke apart.

It was the sign that she needed to understand,

That it was the time for her to take flight.

But her fear of living without her nest kept her from truly flying,

Kept her from tasting the freedom that she was.

As this realization dawned on her, she gazed over at her wings once more.

The bird then looked over at Him and spoke,

“So, I can really do this on my own?” she asked.

He smiled, “You were born for this,” He said, “and if You’ll allow me to bear witness, I shall carry you forward.”